Jesus, Thy blood and righteousnessMy beauty are, my glorious dress;Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,With joy shall I lift up my head.

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Bold shall I stand in that great Day,For who aught to my charge shall lay?Fully through these absolved I amFrom sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb,Who from the Father's bosom came,Who died for me, e'en me t'atone,Now for my Lord and God I own.

Lord, I believe Thy precious blood,Which at the mercy-seat of GodForever doth for sinners plead,For me--e'en for my soul--was shed.

Lord, I believe were sinners moreThan sands upon the ocean shore,Thou hast for all a ransom paid,For all a full atonement made.

When from the dust of death I riseTo claim my mansion in the skies,E'en then, this shall be all my plea:Jesus hath lived and died for me.

Jesus, be endless praise to Thee,Whose boundless mercy hath for me,For me, and all Thy hands have made,An everlasting ransom paid.